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Sep 2015
a telephone rings forever in my mind
I never wanted to be the operator
answering every call, each eternal thought
the reaction to some startling news
a memory where all memories have a life of their own
and a dream sleeping world making its own history felt
holding an ex-directory number that should be silent.
Written by
nivek
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